Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

It has nothing to do with Yang.

He didn't even see the girl who called out to him.

All attention was taken away by "the mountain" next to Yang No.

This is normal.

Anyone will first notice the tall, big, beautiful, ugly... the more extreme, the more attention it will attract.

But within these extreme concepts lie even more extreme contrasts.

That is... the weak who are not taken seriously and the opposite - the "strong" who are too much in the spotlight!

In Kono Haruo's eyes, there were very few human elements in Linga. It was almost a "crystal of power" as big as a mountain. It was shining just by standing there, making people unable to take their eyes away, and he was no exception.

“Lin…Gar…!”

He said it subconsciously, the name of "Power Crystal".

Even though there are only two pronunciations, it is filled with an indescribable aura because of its essence, not to mention being blurted out in front of the other person.

Kono Haruo regretted it the next second.

In the next second, regret turned into panic.

Because Linga's gaze, as expected, focused, reacting to the thing that called out his name, and it was fine before, but now his sight was given "heat energy" by those fiery red eyes.

For a moment, Kono Haruo felt as if his skin was exposed to the sun, and the amount of sweat he produced increased visibly.

"What do you want from me?"

Linga walked slowly in front of him and looked him up and down.

"I... I'm not looking for you...! I'm looking for someone with the game ID 'Primitive'... No, it's 'Legendary Super Primitive'! I'm looking for her!"

The otakus who live at home are by no means ignorant of the changes happening in the outside world. They can often get first-hand information at the first time. This is the superiority of the modern Internet.

You won't be left behind by the world even if you don't leave your house. It's better to say that you are leaving the society behind and living in your own world, enjoying everything to yourself.

Just like the legendary "Eight Million Gods".

Kouno Haruo should be considered as the best among them, but once he stepped out of the "God's Realm" and encountered a terrifying existence far superior to himself, his performance was almost the same as that of ordinary people, and perhaps even worse than that of ordinary people.

As evidence...he actually pointed his finger at Haruno in order to clear up the misunderstanding.

"is it?"

Linga's smile widened.

"Let me put it another way... What do you want from my belongings?"

"?!"

Kono Haruo's expression froze.

In his sight, Yang No, who also heard these words, spread his hands and put on a helpless attitude of "there's nothing I can do", then went back to sit next to Kusakabe Asako as if nothing had happened, and watched the show with a smile while drinking a drink.

"...No...This is a misunderstanding. Please listen to my explanation...!"

"Well, I forgive you."

"what?"

But before Kono Haruo could be happy.

At the moment when his mind was relaxed, Linga raised his foot and kicked him without any warning!

The kicking technique performed with both hands in pockets is purer and sharper than that of a pure Spartan, an impeccable Spartan front kick.

Its essence lies in its spear-like penetrating power and mass.

Combined with superhuman speed, it's like the legs are weaponized into an "Iai Spear"!

It's totally intended to kill people.

Although there is no murderous intent, this is the most terrifying part.

The soles of the size 70 shoes were longer than the average person's forearm. For Haruo Kono, who had a similar physique, his situation was no different from that of an average person. Relying solely on his own conditions, Linga eliminated his greatest advantage and completely brought him down to earth!

boom!

In the middle of the abdomen.

Linga leaned his upper body back greatly. This was the first time he used such a kicking technique against a "human" and it felt so wonderful, just like finding a sandbag that suited his body size and punching strength.

The fat on Kouno Haruo's waist surged like waves, but it was of little use. The essence of this attack lies in the penetrating power brought by the hardness of the heel!

He was kicked without any preparation and didn't even have time to scream in pain before he was catapulted out, smashing the exquisite glass that served as the exterior wall and falling onto the flower bed outside.

Linga slowly put down his feet and walked out as if taking a stroll.

"There is one more expense because of you."

Asako Kusakabe, who was sitting by the window, looked speechlessly at the crack that spread in front of her eyes and became less transparent.

"You can ask the other party to reimburse you later. After all, he has a share of the money."

"That's true."

"By the way, who is that guy? He doesn't look like an ordinary fat guy."

"Haruo Kono, 242 years old, 315cm tall, 4kg in weight, Gurkha, from a tribe in the Himalayas, a heavy game addict, with a tendency to be addicted to snacks. His current record in Kengan competitions is 0 wins and losses. Not long ago, he defeated a large number of people alone and won a multiplayer Kengan competition with an overwhelming advantage."

Kazemi Ichihime spoke calmly and knew everything about it.

"Kazami, you remember it so clearly."

"This is all thanks to an unreliable boss."

"If being a boss still requires exhausting work, I won't take this job~"

Looking at the self-righteous Kusakabe Asako, Ichihime couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Are there any multiplayer Kengan competitions?"

Julia, who had just finished negotiating with the hotel staff, asked curiously.

"Although it's rare, it does happen. Because everyone wants that bet, no one can back down. According to the style of Kengan competition, it is reasonable to gather all the major fighters together to hold a multi-player competition. If the scale is a little bigger, it will probably evolve into an elimination tournament."

Ichihime leaned back in her chair, tilted her neck slightly back, and looked past Kusakabe Asako at the "mountain of meat" in the flower bed outside.

"No matter what, the strongest fighter who can dominate the gaming industry is definitely not a simple person."

"But unfortunately, in front of Lord Linga, these seemingly glorious titles will only bring disaster upon oneself."

"Linga...sir?"

Yang Nai blinked. It was the first time she heard someone call Linga like that.

“I think there is nothing wrong with showing the utmost respect to those who are much more powerful and have a higher status than yourself.”

Having said that, Ichihime couldn't help but look at Kono Haruo again.

"But for Lord Linga, this is definitely not what he wants."

……

At the entrance of the hotel is a promenade for convenient vehicle access. Further ahead is the beautiful scenery composed of flower beds, fountains and sculptures, which is pleasing to the eyes.

At this moment, an extremely disproportionate "mountain of meat" appeared in the harmonious scenery.

That is Kono Haruo.

He turned over and sat up, not knowing how many flowers and plants he had crushed. The first thing he did was to hold his stomach and vomit continuously.

The bloody stomach acid is mixed with undigested food residues.

Anyone who sees it will find it unbearable, ugly and disgusting.

Linga jumped down the corridor and paced forward.

Don't take these so-called "filth" seriously at all.

There was no trace of disgust on his face.

Because the aura he exudes is like a raging fire, giving people the feeling that he wants to burn everything in front of them to ashes.

In that case, it doesn’t matter what it is or what you have!

Kono Haruo stopped vomiting.

This is the body's automatic reaction.

Just like adrenaline suppresses pain perception.

Focus your whole self on facing the crisis.

Even so, he still looked timid and had no intention of fighting back.

“W-Why?!”

"Do you mean?"

"Why did you hit me suddenly? Haven't you already forgiven me?"

"Yes, I forgive you."

Linga grinned, his thick canine teeth emitting a chilling light that was captivating.

"Because I don't bother to take advantage of the situation. I beat you up for only one reason... I don't like you."

"?!"

"To be more specific, when two warriors meet, their eyes meet, and sparks fly like the friction of blades, and a battle suddenly begins."

"This, this is too unreasonable! I clearly apologized and I didn't even intend to fight with you!"

"That's right, let's shake hands and make peace."

"..."

Seeing Linga suddenly change his attitude and stretch his hand in front of him, Kono Haruo was stunned. His body was shaking, as if warning him not to shake it, as it was a scam.

The smile on Linga's face, which was not gentle but rather slightly ferocious, seemed to prove this point.

But I did it anyway.

It's like putting a trap blatantly in front of others.

No normal person would step in there, right?

But...if I don't hold it, I will definitely get beaten.

He didn't want to fight against such a powerful enemy, so why didn't he use his energy and time to go back and eat more snacks, play games, and read comics?

Thinking of the things that brought him pleasure, Kono Haruo swallowed his saliva, ignored his instinctive warning and held Linga's hand.

"Since we have made peace, let us get along well."

Linga's pupils seemed to have disappeared and emitted endless murderous light. Compared with the black background and white pupils unique to the Wu clan, he looked even less like a human. That look was beyond the scope of common sense and was basically that of an evil ghost!

Maybe everything comes from the heart, but the way evil spirits communicate is different from that of humans.

By the time Kono Haruo understood this, it was already too late.

His palm was squeezed tightly by Linga.

It is as wide as a palm leaf fan, with a strong frame covered with a layer of muscle and thick fat.

It's like a bear paw with pads... no, maybe it's even more powerful than a bear paw.

But in front of Linga's grip that is strong enough to mold carbon crystal into diamonds, even high-density alloys can be kneaded and manipulated like plasticine.

“Ahhhhh that hurts—!!”

Kono Haruo's expression was distorted, tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground and tried desperately to pry Linga's fingers apart, but he couldn't move them.

Jingle Bell.

At this time, the satellite phone rang.

Linga answered the phone with his other hand as if no one was around.

"what's up?"

"Linga... huh? What's that sound?"

"Nothing, just playing with a kid who doesn't have a good memory."